[Verse 1] The kingdoms join under a single crown, The Howey stables settle in the town. We bring the timber and we bring the stone, To build a future we can call our own. Swift mounts for the riders, the king demands the best, We bring the wild spirit to the royal test. The Howells are waiting with the heavy scroll, To mark the boundaries and to take the toll. The meeting of the master and the law, A perfect union without any flaw. The dust of the paddock meets the ink of the cell, A story of power that the records will tell. [Chorus] Tending the kingdom, one hoof at a time, Building the structure, one mountain to climb. From the Howell law to the Howey grace, We forge the future for the coming race. The iron and the acre, the ink and the rein, A legacy carved on the broad, open plain. We are the architects, we are the breed, Meeting the promise of every great need. [Verse 2] The Howell ledger is wide and is deep, With all of the secrets that we have to keep. The Howey riders are swift on the wing, To carry the message of the lord and the king. We are the cogs in the magnificent wheel, With a spirit of iron and a heart made of steel. The boundaries broaden as the riders expand, Taking the measure of this rugged land. We log every stallion, we count every head, Ensuring the kingdom is properly fed. The Howey is muscle, the Howell is mind, A better alliance you never will find. [Chorus] Tending the kingdom, one hoof at a time, Building the structure, one mountain to climb. From the Howell law to the Howey grace, We forge the future for the coming race. The iron and the acre, the ink and the rein, A legacy carved on the broad, open plain. We are the architects, we are the breed, Meeting the promise of every great need. [Bridge] The anvil is ringing, the fire is bright, Banishing shadows of the long, lonely night. The settlement rises, the timber is laid, The price of the future has finally been paid. No longer are we just the wild and the wise, But partners under the same vaulted skies. The law gives the horseman a place he can stand, The horseman gives law to the reach of the land. The toll is the duty, the toll is the gain, Binding the Howell to the Howey remain. [Verse 3] The century turns with a promise of more, As we stand on the edge of a new, open door. The Howell and Howey, the name is the key, To open the lock of the vast history. We look to the horizon with pride in our eyes, Watching the power of the legacy rise. The records are full and the pastures are wide, With nothing but honor and history inside. The fifth song is echoed in the hammer’s clear sound, As we build our roots in this hallowed ground. [Chorus] Tending the kingdom, one hoof at a time, Building the structure, one mountain to climb. From the Howell law to the Howey grace, We forge the future for the coming race. The iron and the acre, the ink and the rein, A legacy carved on the broad, open plain. We are the architects, we are the breed, Meeting the promise of every great need. [Outro] The hammer falls silent, the evening is still, A new order rises on the slope of the hill. The union is sealed, the ledger is signed, With the Howey and Howell forever entwined. The fifth part is written, the foundation is set, A saga remembered, a debt that is met.
